Skinny Bits: Happy Red Lobster Day

Happy February 15th! (also known as Discount Candy and If Last Night Was Fun, Take Your Man to Red Lobster Day)

I haven’t felt particularly writerly lately, hence my month-long absence. But Life has been life-ing and things are good.

What’s up in my world?

Riveting conversations with tall, smart, interesting men. (Sans the “let me pretend I’m reaching for my wallet” routine.) Getting in touch with my inner Seductress.

Didn’t they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck ya white horse and ya carriage.” 

I tearfully watched as my All-Time Favorite NFL quarterback took the field for what’s likely the last time–and left with a Super Bowl ring.

Personal house cleaning. With the Sun and Mercury hanging out in my Sixth House (House of Health, Daily Routines, Work, Service & Self-Improvement), I’m wondering how I can work and live smarter. Not “fixing” myself, but seeing my time, effort, and money as resources and finding more effective ways to manage them. First step: getting over myself.

Instead of eschewing my ego in favor of complete humility, I’m learning how the two can work together for the sake of creating a badder bitch.

I’ve given up fast food for Lent; as well as social media between the hours of 10:00 PM and 8:00 AM–not with the intention of quitting either completely, but becoming more aware of mindlessly leaning on bad habits.

Ever spend time and energy denying a truth, only to be liberated by facing it after it no longer matters? That happened to me recently. Lesson: sometimes, your feelings simply don’t matter. And that’s okay.

Reminding myself daily there’s no good reason to join any more social media. I’m looking at you, Snap Chat.

Jamming to Anderson .Paak’s Malibu album. It’s incredible. Especially this track, here.

Of course, I’ve heeded the Queen’s call to get in Formation. It’s Zora Neale Hurston over a trap beat.

Otherwise, the world keeps turning. I’m just grateful for the daily invitation to dance with it.

I did not come to play with you hoes. I came to slay, bitch.” 

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